Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1986 - 315: Auntie’s Reverse Deduction 3

Zhang Hongtao, the current patriarch of the Jinling Zhang family—familiarly known as "Zhang Lao San"—was in a state of absolute euphoria. He moved through the crowd with an air of arrogant pride, conversing warmly with representatives from various factions who had gathered to gain his favor.

His gaze suddenly fell upon a solitary figure sitting in a quiet corner. A mocking grin touched his lips as he began to walk over.

"Brother Chu, I’m surprised to see you here. Your arrival truly brings honor to our Zhang family," Zhang Hongtao remarked with a sarcastic smirk as he reached Chu Kuo.

Standing up, Chu Kuo managed a strained smile. "What are you saying, Brother Zhang? As in-laws, it is only natural for me to be present for matters concerning our family."

"In-laws?" Zhang Hongtao let out a cold sneer. "I wouldn't dare claim such a title. It’s common knowledge that your daughter has become entangled with the Young Master of the Wang family. If our Zhang family remained foolish, we might be annihilated by that man. He possesses the strength to kill even those at the Tianyuan realm with a single blow."

"My daughter was simply misled by Wang Yue; she lacks better judgment," Chu Kuo replied with humility. "Rest easy, Brother Zhang. I have her under lock and key. She will not step foot outside again until she officially marries into your family."

"Marry into our family? You think I’d settle for second-hand goods? What a joke!" Zhang Qingtian suddenly appeared, confronting Chu Kuo with blatant hostility.

Though Chu Kuo felt a surge of rage, he suppressed it for the survival of his clan, maintaining a pained, forced smile.

"Your nephew is mistaken. While my daughter was tricked into going with Wang Yue, I am certain she hasn't done anything improper. Furthermore, the three daughters of the Su Family were always present. Even if they had the urge, they would never have found the opportunity, right?"

"Are you trying to convince me your daughter is untouched?" Zhang Qingtian sneered. "What does it matter? She was engaged to me yet chose to run off with another man. Even if her body remains pure, her heart has strayed. Do you honestly believe I want a woman like that?"

Zhang Qingtian's words sparked a sense of disgust not only in Chu Kuo but among many of the listening guests. Everyone was aware of Zhang Qingtian’s reputation; he had likely cycled through dozens, if not hundreds, of women. For him to demand purity was the height of hypocrisy.

Zhang Hongtao, however, showed no such disapproval. He added, "You have a point. The Zhang family cannot accept a woman lacking chastity. Still, your daughter is quite the beauty. I’m sure my son wouldn’t mind if she became his concubine or a mere plaything. Isn't that right, Tian?"

Zhang Qingtian had long lusted after Chu Mo’s looks, eager to claim one of the "Twelve Beauties of Jinling" to satisfy his own vanity and desires. He immediately agreed with his father’s suggestion. Nodding, he said, "You’re right, Father. It’s not that I care for her beauty, but I must show proper respect to Uncle Chu."

The father and son duo harmonized to settle the issue, though their goals differed. Zhang Qingtian wanted Chu Mo’s body, while Zhang Hongtao was playing a deeper political game.

While Chu Kuo could be pushed around, it wasn't wise to break ties completely. The Chu family still held significant power. Once the three major families were wiped out, the Zhang family would require their cooperation.

Eliminating both the Chu family and the three major families was an option, but it risked unnerving the other martial forces in Jinling. If morale collapsed, maintaining leadership would become a struggle.

"If that is the arrangement, then let it be so. I only hope your nephew treats my daughter decently in the future," Chu Kuo conceded without much resistance.

He knew that even if Chu Mo stayed with Wang Yue, she would never have a formal title. Setting aside feelings, the Chu family would inevitably be seen as "clinging to power." If they had to choose a side, it was better to pick the one with the most strength.

Compared to the others, the three major families of Jinling were relatively weak. Though this local Zhang family seemed minor, they were a "hair on the leg" of the prestigious Tianhai Zhang family. There was simply no comparison.

Pleased by Chu Kuo’s practical attitude, the Zhang father and son resumed their previous enthusiastic demeanor toward him.

Aside from these martial factions, another group remained wide awake: the spies from the three major families.

They were prepared to report any movement from the Zhang family immediately. Whether Zhang Lingfeng took charge or the three major families faced a crisis, the Jinling Zhang family was the epicenter of the coming storm.

Furthermore, they took careful note of every individual who visited the Zhang residence that day.

After another blissful night spent with his mother—her shapely legs and tempting vagina tightly embracing him—Wang Yue was jolted awake the next morning by his vibrating phone.

"Auntie?" Wang Yue checked the screen, puzzled. It was the crack of dawn, and the sun hadn't even fully risen. What could she possibly want?

Upon answering, Su Mengyun’s voice cut in before he could even greet her: "Get over here right now. I’m waiting at home."

She ended the call abruptly, leaving Wang Yue no room to reply.

Wang Yue sat there, completely bewildered.

Su Mengyan, also woken by the noise, asked, "What’s happening?"

"Auntie told me to come over immediately. She didn't explain, but she sounded incredibly frantic," Wang Yue answered.

"It probably concerns the Zhang family. You should go quickly," Su Mengyan suggested, parting her legs to allow her son’s penis to slide out.

Wang Yue felt a pang of regret. His plans for morning exercise were once again interrupted.

He sat up reluctantly, admiring his mother’s breathtaking beauty. Before getting out of bed, he leaned over to capture her lips in a kiss.

Su Mengyan leaned in to kiss Wang Yue’s penis, saying with a playful smirk, "I'll see you tonight, my little husband."

Wang Yue blinked in surprise. "Mom, what did you just call it?"

"Little husband," Su Mengyan giggled. "Since you're my eldest son, he’s my little husband."

"But we are one and the same. Why is he the little husband while I can't be the big husband?" Wang Yue asked, feigning indignation.

"You are my beloved son. He is the one who brings me pleasure. Naturally, he is the little husband," Su Mengyan replied with confidence.

"Fine. A husband’s role is to satisfy his wife’s vagina," Wang Yue joked with a grin. "Since he’s your little husband, he’ll fulfill his duties tonight!"

"You little brat, always focused on pleasuring your mother’s vagina?" Su Mengyan sighed. "I’ve given you everything already. Aren't you satisfied yet?"

"Not at all. Until I get to pleasure your vagina every single day, I won't be satisfied," Wang Yue declared boldly. "One day, I'll be your real husband!"

Before his mother could scold him, he bolted from the bed and ran out of the room.

Su Mengyan watched him go, momentarily stunned. She hadn't anticipated such persistence. Should she just let things take their course, just as he desired?

However, she worried he might eventually feel regret. It would be fine if his love remained this intense, but if his feelings changed, the weight of an incestuous bond with his mother might become a lifelong burden.

She decided to wait and see. If he still craved her after being with other women, she would finally surrender to him.

Meanwhile, Wang Yue left his mother’s house, grabbed his car from the garage, and raced toward the Su residence.

As he drove, his confusion grew. This wasn't like his aunt; she was usually the pillar of calm, someone who remained "unfazed by even the greatest events."

Why was she so panicked? She hadn't even waited for his acknowledgment before hanging up.

Her behavior was clearly out of the ordinary. Had something catastrophic occurred?

Anxious, Wang Yue considered calling her back or asking his cousin, but he realized he’d have to go there regardless. Deciding not to waste time, he pushed the car to its limit.

The Wang estate was in the east and the Su estate in the west, with the quickest path cutting right through Jinling City.

Despite the early hour, the streets were starting to fill. Wang Yue ignored the traffic, speeding down the main thoroughfare.

This high-speed dash caught people's attention—a Wang family car racing to the Su mansion at dawn suggested something major was brewing.

The martial arts factions were especially alert.

With the Tianhai Zhang family yet to arrive, any movement from the Wang and Su families sparked rumors of a new complication.

Wang Yue arrived at the Su mansion shortly after. The gatekeepers recognized his vehicle and immediately granted him entry.

The estate was eerily peaceful, showing no signs of a struggle. This offered some relief but only deepened his confusion. If there was no trouble, why the urgent call?

Filled with questions, Wang Yue reached his aunt’s private quarters. He noticed the courtyard gate and the front door were both slightly open.

Entering the courtyard, he called out, "Aunt, I’m here."

Bang!

The courtyard gate slammed shut and locked on its own. As he stepped inside the house, the front door followed suit.

Feeling a prickle of unease, he asked again, "Aunt, where are you?"

"In here. Come closer," Su Mengyun’s voice drifted from the bedroom.

Wang Yue felt suspicious. Had a powerful master slipped past security and taken his aunt hostage?

But "the more skilled one is, the bolder they become." Instead of retreating, Wang Yue threw open the bedroom door and scanned for threats. He froze in his tracks.

There was no enemy. Instead, sprawled across the large bed was a woman of incredible, sensual allure.

Her feet were tucked into red high heels, and her long, shapely legs were wrapped in sheer black crystal stockings that disappeared under her hemline.

A tiny black miniskirt showed off her provocative thighs and the curve of her plump buttocks. Her midriff was exposed, revealing skin as smooth as polished jade.

Her generous breasts were barely contained by scraps of fabric that only just covered her nipples.

She lay on her side, one hand propping up her head while the other rested on her hip. With one leg straight and the other bent, Wang Yue could clearly see the bulge of her tiny underwear from where he stood.

Most shocking of all, this seductively dressed woman was Su Mengyun—the revered queen of the Su family and Wang Yue’s own aunt.